You were MIA for a bit but yes I hav been absent as well from other bloggers posts. Selfish? I love reading them, I just .. It’s hard balancing time w work, writing and oh not having Internet at home (yet, coming this week!) so it’s all on the iPhone which is just straight annoying sometimes!

The race was hard. Reaching the finish line and no one there.. I just walked to the subway took the hour long ride home in my sweaty clothes, walked the 15 min uphill climb from the train my house after that 10k and… He always would do races.. Sadly w his illness there is no “better” there is only getting better at accepting that there is better. He is… So much worse. I don’t see him often we talk and half of it… I dunno. It’s all hard and fked up a bit.

:( wow pretty impressive there. Taking a basketball ref and making it so profound.

It def… Damn tears.. My dad used to play bball every tues. sometimes as a kid he’d have to take me cuz mom was workin late. Bball has always had that “daddy reflex”. Running too. I bawled when he wasnt there to see me finish my first race

thank you, j. i’ve missed you here in my modest blog. fathers always have a way of sneaking in a game. you leave home to play and he’s there pretending disinterest. and then you’ll just see his smiling face in the row of seats under the ring before you shoot a free throw.

i feel you. running is more personal than team sports and having your “team” sitting by the bleachers means a lot. i remember your story about your dad. hope he’s better.